Ancestry and all that jazz
Ok, you see the top banner on my blog up there? Tat is the Swallowtail Light House on an is,a d called Grand Manan, that is located in the Bay of Fundy in southern New Brunswick Canada. I used to live there when I was a teen. My mother’s family is from there.
Of course being a little rock in the middle of a busy trading route, or war ship route, depending on the currents of history at the time, there were some people who hopped on over to be forgotten by their country of origin. My ancestor, William Walker was one of those people. He changed his name to Greene and disappeared from whatever badness he was tied up in at the time. That is the beginning of my maternal line on her fathers side.
See where I’m going with this? I have absolutely zero clue on where my ancestors come from, or how long they’ve been in Canada for. The generation that knew, is pretty much dead now, and now we are left with a bunch of he said she said and we’re not sures.
Well I dragged up the wiki for Grand Manan for a friend of mine and I noticed that there is suspicion of Northern European visitation, so to speak, back when they stopped on Newfoundland in 1000ad. There is no archeological evidence found to support this YET,but it would put some pieces into place. My grandmas side of the family is equally murky. I was the only kid on my grade 11 history class that couldn’t finish her family tree. THE ONLY ONE. I talked to my teacher and she understood because she knew that my family history was sketchy at best, so I didn’t lose marks, bit it still stung.
Lets just say the UPG thwack I got from this makes me want to go down there even more to visit and see if I can get anything out of anyone about where my great grandmother a Myrtle Brinson came from, and the story behind her.
I think I’m getting pulled to investigate and get in touch with my ancestors, more than I have been. Kinda hard to get in touch with people you don’t even know due to the mists of history blurring everything out.